Heading down to have "bench time" yesterday was delightful. Friends walked by and stopped to talk. My son walked by on his way to brunch..........on his birthday! I met him later for a bit of time.
Initially, the man with the hole in his jeans was walking by, heard the music and I saw his fingers playing the song as he stood and watched them. He moved on. But, he came back. He went over and dropped coins in their little tip box, listened for a bit and left. He came back again about five minutes later. He bent down and just listened. Very intently and watched the guitarist playing. He was so in the moment.
I would so like to have known his story. At some point in his life he has or still does play music. I got that feeling from watching his fingers playing along with the musicians.
His clothes are tattered. He wasn't particularly clean. He looked, at first, like a street person. But his spirit was in the music. The sparkle that came to his eyes when that music began said it all.
This man was a message of generosity and someone "living in the moment". He made my day! And, the musicians made his, obviously.